•Fangs vs Claws• {COMPLETED}

•Chapter 1•

•Niall's POV•

I wake up from my sleep and sigh as it's another Friday morning. I worked at a local shoe store that smelled like rubber everyday. Me. Niall James Horan. Born 22 years ago in Mullingar, Ireland on September 13 was working in a shoe store. I was born with my older brother, Greg, and my parents. My parents sadly divorced when I was young so Greg and I always moved back and forth between households until we moved in with our dad. Moving back and forth really changed my life since I didn't really grow up with friends since they thought that was weird and stupid to do because their parents were happily married.

I get out of bed and put on my work clothes which were a black t shirt with my store's logo on it, black jeans and my sneakers. I clip on my name tag and I go down stairs. I currently live with Greg and we love hanging out together when we both aren't working. I sigh and a grab a pear from the fruit bowl in the kitchen on my way out. I get into my car and I drive to the store.

After 10 minutes of driving, I park myself into the parking spot and lock my car as I walk into the store. "Good morning Horan!" My chirpy boss says to me.
"Hey Jerry." I groan as I make sure all the shoes are organized and put I or place before customers arrive. I put some sneakers here and there and sigh as I get everything perfect. I walk back to the cash register and Jerry pats my shoulder. "How's your morning going? Mine's going great. I woke up to fine my cat meowing and clawing at my leg so I wouldn't miss the alarm. He's such a good cat I swear. He's amazing at getting things out of small places...." He goes on but I'm not listening since a customer comes in with sunglasses on and it's not even sunny.

The stranger just keeps his glasses on while he looks in the Adidas section and is quiet and silent. Jerry's still talking until I stop him to help the shaded stranger. "Ok Jerry. That's enough. We have a job to do ok?" I say to him.
"Yeah. You're right. Absolutely!" He says back to his cherry self that I hate so much.

The stranger picks up a box and checks the side and just scoffs and shakes his head as he puts it back and keeps searching. I take a deep breath and walk towards the stranger. I walk to him until I'm 3 feet away from him. I clear my throat and he slightly smiles to me without looking up.

"Hello. Do you need any assistance?" I ask politely as I can. I can feel my hands sweat from his stare which is strange but different.
"Actually love. Do you have a size 8.5? I seem to not have found it. I was wondering if you had it? If not I can leave..." He starts to say until I stop him with a grin.
"I'll check in the back for you." I tell him and he gives me a small smile but not showing his teeth.
"I appreciate it." He thanks.
"I just need a name." I tell him with a curious tone.
"Louis. Louis Tomlinson. It's nice to meet you.... Niall." He greets me and he shakes my hand. I gasp at how cold his touch is but it might've been since I'm sweaty from his presence.

He lets go of my hand and I slowly walk towards the room with the rest of the shoes and take the biggest breath I took in my life. I stay in the same position for a while until my heart stops beating like I've ran a marathon and my hands stop from sweating. I look for the shoes that Louis wants and I find the size as well.

I walk out and see Louis looking at other shoes in his size. I slowly walk towards him while his back is turned to me. Before I can put them down on the bench, he quickly and swiftly turns his back to look at me. He chuckles. "Thank you so much! You don't know how happy I am for these!" He gushes and I feel myself blush.
"It's my job to pleasure you." I tell him and I quickly sigh in my choice of words.
He takes off his glasses and I can clearly see his beautiful blue eyes just like mine but only darker. "I'm sure your job is to pleasure me emotionally and physically." He whispers in my ear as he walks past me and to the cashier. He whispers something to Jerry and he nods and writes something down. Louis thanks Jerry and takes the paper from his hands and waves at me.
I run toward Jerry confused. "What did you give him?" I ask and his face is red in guilt.
"I might've given him your phone number." He says and I groan and pull my hair. I feel my phone vibrate and I pull it out of my jeans. I look and see a message that I've never seen before from an unknown person.

"Can you come over to my house to help me tie these shoes? I need some company and you're the perfect person to spend time with."-Unknown.